THE alley at the back of our office is always a good place to lurk if you want to get a feel for what's going on in the town.

Running between the discount carpet store and the now eternally empty Bar Blu, the un-named alley is usually a fairly interesting place to take a stroll.

This morning, for instance, while loitering out of sight, I saw two normal middle aged individuals running down and fly-tipping huge bin bags next to the big council bins.

This afternoon, while taking my daily constitutional, I paused to watch as a rounded (obese) bloke threw up his lunch on the corner.

Hugging the wall, he bent from the waist and HHHEEEEEUUUUUURRRRGGHHHHHH, all over the street.

"Never mind,��? thought I. "The poor sod's probably drunk. It is 3pm after all - perfectly reasonable time to be paralytic.��?

But instead of collapsing in a heap, he straightened up and took his wobbling love handles off towards the Games Exchange.

But that's not to say that public drunkenness is a thing of the past by any means.

On his way to work, my colleague Andy Davies saw two intoxicated men arguing in the park on Brighton Road.

Nice.

And earlier today, our news editor, Martin Williams, noted a young man spitting onto the windows of the Job Centre as he went past.

What are the odds of this man finding gainful employment?

Please believe us, we at the Rhyl Visitor don't consider ourselves the guardians of public decency.

But we do see things. We observe, we comment and occasionally we question.

Sitting back in the office, listening to three dogs tied to railings lamp-posts trying to vocally attack each other on the street, I just despair.

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